Parallel

Without provocation he ejaculated

Causing sporadic spasms

And separation began to transform

A screech from the howler monkey manually corrupted my reason

The baboon flung his shit

Without care

The elephant broke my spine

I will never forget

I caught a red herring from Lake Lachrymose

Only

I would rather have

Been thrown to the leeches

Magnolias In Full Bloom

Sunset

One day the sun will not rise.

One day the sun will fall from the sky.

One day the crash will shatter in fire.

I don't want to think of days
The destruction it will bring.

I don't want to hear the death note
In the inevitable swan song she'll sing.

What will we orbit around then?
What will bind us together?

It's the waiting for kills me.

I don't know if we'll ever be ready.

To miss the day
The mornings warmth

The frigid eve
Will never halt

One day the sun will fall from the sky.

One day we'll fall out of orbit.

One day we'll be ready.

For the sunshine to go.

3/5/07 2:17am (Poem)

It’s hard for me to carry sleep

When these issues weigh like tons on my mind

What’s mine is mine

What’s yours is yours

What’s mine, for whatever reason is yours

It’s hard for me to care for what’s yours

When you never let me forget

What’s mine is yours

What yours is yours

What mine is nothing?

It’s hard for me to live with you

With a car dangling over my head

With your eyes over my shoulder

When I’m pummeled and powerless

When you scream grow up

When you cut off my balls

When you hold the clever remove my roots

When you dangle security like a carrot to a mule

And there’s nothing I can do

Socialapathy

Insanity with Hanity

& misery business with Colmbs

Ones living within a not so wonderful caricature of reality

Rest with a singular distopian assembly of majority

CORRUPTION

Glib, Seductive

Like 40 licks for a Tootsie

Koo Koo is the word

But grease is what is heard

Withheld truths monochromatically lie

Broken boy soldiers

Ravished mothers

Double faced lovers

Innocence innocuously disgraced

And yet you lie straight to their weathered face

A Declaration of Independence (Reprise)

I am tired of being denied

I am tired of not getting what I deserve

What is right fully mine

What I need

Restricted to my play pen

Never allowed to venture forward

Never allowed to find my place

I’ve been ready

But I’ve always had to wait for you

You better let go

You are not ready to let go

Stop grasping tighter

Like a hermit to its shell

I want to become who I want to be

I want my reflection to show who I am inside

I’ve got a right to be wrong

Let my mistakes strengthen me

You’re entitled to your opinion

But really it’s my decision

I will not let our blind my vision

In The Magnolias

When I posted the shots of the magnolias a couple of days ago, I remembered some pictures took about four years back when I was just starting to get into photography. My best friend Arianna (she's my model) and I where walking home from school on the day that the magnolia trees where in bloom, it was so beautiful. The pictures came out great, the angles are off a bit, but regardless they are pretty good to be shot on a $8 35mm camera. What do you think, LEAVE A COMMENT.

Her smile is so pretty.

Her skin looks amazing in this shot, if her eyes where to have been closed it would have given a very sensual tone to this frame, but I like it.

This last shot is absolutely gorgeous, I think Ari is so pretty and I have have taken so many pictures of her in all types of situations but this just gorgeous. She looks so soft so angelic, just lovely.

Aqueous Requiem Reprise

If you havn't read the post below don't read this one.

Aqueous Requiem Reprise

She seems calm in the mid-morning sun

This change is deafening, as I am not

The friend I had exist no longer

“Friend?” Hmm…

The words are bittersweet

Filled with razbliuto

Covered in smiles

Dipped in tears

I longingly wonder whether the nights blanket will rile her

Possibly bring her back.

Aqueous Requiem

In my lamenting mood, a friend is what I really need

All I see is an inky black mistress with which to share company

Still but violent her yellow eyes reflected ominously into mine

Though she didn’t speak, she comforted me with her body’s sounds

I wish to join her

The frosty chilly of this eve keeps clothes on

Senses prevail, they carry me on

Alone again

To the lone warmth of this new place I call home…

Good Night Moon

I was walking home after spending all day with my best friend, and the moon with the clouds was just beautiful, I had to take a picture.

Magnolia Ealry Spring Blooms

I have been waiting for the flowers to start blooming, and luckily enough I just happened to pass the magnolia tress, they were so beautiful. I just had to take some pictures, hope you like them.

This first picture is my favorite, it's my new desktop picture. Download it if you want. Hell download them all.

Fotos of a Random Nature

A Story (short story/poem)

A Declaration of Freedom

The sun looked right through me as I cleansed my soul in its waves. One rotation ago that would’ve bothered me but on this day I had listened to sister destiny as she gave me everything I will need for the rest of my life. That satchel lay next to my body on the curve of my spine. I could feel the warm brown and cool leather on my hot sweaty back. Stepping forward never arching back or thought other than first I blazed a trail toward where my life will begin. I pass Sai Chi on her way to the market. The dread in her smiles and the joys in her frowns always seem to bring a different perspective into the new days passing. How a simple gesture of self expression could so dramatically change my point of view is beyond the comprehension of my mind so I never thought to think about it.

The cements rough and cold being bothered the soft and gentle souls of my feet as they carry this new life and its lack of skeletons in it’s now demolished closet. Onward further. Severed ties perpetually to bleed. Burned bridges to burn forever more. My dear Lenore, crying all alone wondering why I dared to knock her off her throne with my leaving it all behind. Blaming herself, she thinks that she was never anything enough for me at anytime. But within her mind she could never understand how moving on can change one’s entire feelings on the world. I don’t entirely know what that change is but I know it must be better than becoming stationary to be used for a thought that will last no more than a second and then be discarded like a child’s play toy after they have become “too big”. I truly must not allow these petty thoughts to cloud my mind I don’t have any shelter to shield me from the storm.

I’ve been walking for days and the sun has not yet set but yet becomes higher in the sea above me. I allow the wind to carefully place each hair on my head in its designated spot even though I know it will change its mind and do it all over again.

My skin has browned over this fort night and my once pale mannequin like skin is now a bustling metropolis of death… not death in its traditional sense as an end to all things living but to all killing and making an end to a beginning with so much promise.

Steadily stronger my muscles become as I trek forward still. Each new ripple telling of years gone by.

Night has finally to make itself noticed as I have lost all of those who chose to come with me. I guess this new found freedom and removal of our chords and antenna was too much for a frail mind. Still I remain firm in my belief that for the movement one must actually move. To be quite honest the thought to forsake hath only crossed thine mind once I do admit. Though I promised myself to never divulge… I met a woman while jumping off the paved streets she stood strong, graceful and beautiful in her splendid ignorance. How seductive is the tree unless, you know what you could have instead said the wise man.

One thing I must say is that I am neither apolo, impa nor sympathetic to those who have been affected by this. No I do not regret what I have done; I am no longer a creature of regret of remorse.

You do not know this but I passed my initial destination months ago, but when I arrived there I saw the seedlings of what I thought where trouble and kept on moving on. I figured if trouble was planted then I shall remain planted to the road instead of being a rose in a garden of dandelions. The ground would not let me go either it held me planted like a forest of thousand year old trees. For the past month’s I have been on an endless search to find what I do not know I need until I actually see it’s need expressed to me.

I can look to my left and when the sun is just right I can see where I left so long ago. Though I can only vaguely remember what that world was like there is still a longing of the eye to be recharged. As it stands that world is no more than a lick from flames tongue… now I rest.

I lay on my back… my satchel to my side… the stars in my eyes… the wind Sasoon-ing my hair… the sounds of The Symphony of the Night caress my ears into a turbulent solace. The weight of my choices or lack there of, blankets my mind like the grass on the plain… my breath dances in the air… I sigh and

Allow myself

To slowly fall

Away into the depths

Of lake serenity.

…

…

…

I awaken sluggishly with the dawn as the sun slips its note underneath my lids and I can hide beneath them no longer. Within the subtle security of the today I feel the present presence of an exquisite choice, a chance to allow another to carry on my legacy that I have cradled these many years. With so many new rings acquired it won’t be too much longer before I am forced off this road. I have found another… well he found me, with the same spark I have. I know that he will be my true successor. Once my reign comes to a balanced and natural end he will move for the movement. I will not stay here and wait for that as I stated stationary is meant to be on a desk. Looking around after my rest the earth somehow seems to have rested as well. All of the leafy green stuffs are now perky and awake. The rocks have a glisten to them as if they are fresh cooled magma. But the shores of lake serenity seem colder and less wielding than the day prior. I would guess it is in apprehension of my leaving. Hmmm… for a while there I forgot about having an ego guess that never dissipated.

I have been on this journey for so long that I have lost my concept of time. It just dawned on me that I don’t know what day it is. I don’t know what season, I don’t know what month and I am happy for that fact. This is truly a new found freedom that most others will never get to enjoy and I pity them. My mind is not bombarded with useless trivial information and words of pointless perfection. This young fellow is now ready to take the wheel as I lay on the ground enjoying my last breath. I do think that I am the first person in the history of existence to cease to exist with a smile on their face. I have no one to say goodbye to. Even if I did I am far to busy introducing my apprentice to the world.

The End

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The Beginning

New Photos Of The Random Nature

Truth or Dare

Truth or Dare?

Truth:

The pain continues to perpetually strengthen, tightening its reigns around my neck. Exclusion.

Dare:

I dare you to understand the feelings you’ll never feel.

Truth:

I don’t want to feel like this forever, but I probably will.

Dare:

I dare you to find a solution.

Double dare me? Ok, what do you want me to do?

Help you help me? I can’t do that. I am too comfortable within my pain to let it go.

Truth:

Truthfully I know why I hurt and I know that it will never change.